STORY: Sexy High School Girls: Season 1 (Episode 1 – 3)

December 30, 2020



He’s your teacher. He’s so nice to you.Soon you have a crush on him and you look forward to having a feel of him. In addition to being nice to you ;he looked so young and handsome. Instantaneously,your heart yearn for him. Afterall,You are a teenager with raging hormones and a high sex drive.

Then you meet him on the way carrying loads on his head. You offer to help him. He smiles and say ,”thank you.”

As a female student,You know his house is out of bounds to you but you accompany him to the house anyway.

Then you reach his house. He wants to take the load from you so that you will return but you said he should not worry.
He opens the door and enters the room.Without waiting for an invitation,You follow him inside. You put the load down. He says,
” thank you,see you in school tomorrow.”

You look a bit disappointed. Then you feign tiredness and sat down in his couch saying,Sir,I’m tired. I want to rest for five minutes. Can I?
He looks at you suspiciously but agreed to your request.

He turned on his TV and went to his bedroom to undress.
As the clock keep ticks,you realise your time will soon be up.

Then you have another idea. You called him and ask to use his washroom. He comes out with his singlet and trousers and directed you to his washroom after which he leaves.

You go to the washroom,remove your clothes and wrapped his towel round your waist. Then without knocking,You enter his bedroom when he was in his boxer shorts. You allow the towel to fell off your gorgeous body to reveal your alluring figure from your bossom to your feet. He gapes and gaze at you in bewilderment.

At that point ,You know you have cornered him.

You smile……What will soon happen is obvious to you.You landed in his bed.

After a few Quickies with him, your mission is accomplished but you know you can never see him the same again , he is now more than just your teacher, he’s your loverboy.

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E01
The Internship

Summary of Episode 1

Millson decided to become a teacher. He went to the university and soon was posted to a remote village to do his internship with his friends.


{Dzifa’s Point Of View }

“Aww,my God ,this new teacher is simply hot and handsome. I need to get closer to him. Maybe he will even propose to me. I can’t take him off my mind. It’s like I’m going crazy—-”

“……The word government can be explained from three perspec
tives,”my sensual thoughts were interrupted by the teacher’s lesson.

“The first one is Government as an institution of the state ,secondly Government as an academic field of studies and lastly Government as a process or function. I will take each of them one by one and explain to you what they mean. Before we delved into the explanation I will like to tell you the etymology of the word:Government ”

The word “Government ” originates from—-”

My mind drifted back to my sensual thoughts. I look at his musculature. Everything is on point. Nice biceps, amazing triceps. Superb Physique.
Goosh, this teacher is a rare specie of a man, one of the very few Ghanaians who look more like….a non-Ghanaian.

My God, this teacher is so sexy. Look at his eyes. I felt naked before him. It’s as if he’s looking at me ,beyond my school uniform. “Wow.” How I wish it were true. I can’t just imagine him making love to me. I hope he’s good in bed. Yes.

This teacher is my dream man. Surely, he was the cause of my sleepless nights over the years. The man I always see in my dream… Aww. Dzifa, you don die naa”

[Millson’s Narration ]

My name is Lamptey Millson. I attended Presbyterian Boys’ Senior High School . When I completed my high school, I decided to go to the teachers’ training college because I found teaching very exciting and interesting.

Of course, my choice of profession was heavily condermed by my parents who wanted me to become a doctor.

To them the word teaching is an anathema in their ears.

I stood firm and politely told them I would rather stay at home than going to the school of medicine.

I didn’t really blame my parents for opposing my choice of profession
In Ghana teachers are not respected. The profession is seen as a poor man’s job. Besides it’s not attractive to the youth who want big money. Why waste time earning a meagre salary in a profession often denigrated by others, even the students themselves.

To put the nail on the coffin,
most teachers behave in a manner that do not command respect; like dating and sleeping with young underage girls. I intended to change the narrative , at least from my side.

There was a quote that I love so much and it had become my guiding principle. It states , “Everything you do in this world, do it with a difference.”
I saw a lot of sense in this quote, if I do things just like the ordinary person , what would make me unique?”

My father eventually changed his mind and agreed that I could choose any profession I wanted.

He suggested that if I want to teach , it should be at the secondary school level and not at the basic level so instead of sending me to Accra college of Education, he sent me to the University of Education , Winneba. This University specialises in training and churning out professional graduate teachers of high calibre and good moral training.

I went to that University to offer Political Science Education. I was highly enthusiastic at my academic work and the affairs of the school. It therefore came as no surprise when I was elected the president of the University. Soon it’s time for my internship programme.

In level 400 , We were posted to the surrounding villages to do our internship under more experienced teachers so that we could acquire pedagogical skills in our noble profession. While some of my friends were posted to more urban communities, My friends and I were posted to the typical remote village called Tutukpene.

Tutukpene is a small village in the NKwanta District of Oti Region in Ghana. Before I embark on the Journey, my father called me and gave me a simple but powerful advice. He said, “My son, before you travel, I will like to share with you a few words of advise that could make you different from your colleagues. One , as a teacher , be a lifelong learner. You can’t teach what you don’t know.

Two, be morally discipline and avoid dating those adolescent girls. They can lead you into big problems and a lot of male teachers have fallen prey to this sad but avoidable phenomenon.”

Three, trust no one. Not all those who smiles with you are your friends.”

“Four, work hard but expect no thanks or compliment and lastly , live a modest life. Don’t pretend to have money when you have not.”

I said “thank you father” and left.

Our journey to Tutukpene was a long tiring one. The road was dusty and bumpy. It forked through thick canvas of forest , interspersed with streams .Finally we reached a spot on the road where the bus couldn’t go further. The driver explained to us why he couldn’t go further . I realised we had to continue the rest of the journey on feet. I couldn’t believe my eyes we still have just level of undeveloped places in my country. Anytime I watched Nigerian movies and I saw some typical villages in the movie, I asked myself, how can this villages still exist in this 21st century rose especially in a famous country like Nigeria, noted for famous players like Jay jay Okocha and authors like Chinua Achebe was a Nigerian novelist, poet and professor. Oh, lest I forget Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and Akinwande Oluwole Babatunde Soyinka, known as Wole Soyinka, who was a Nigerian playwright, poet and essayist. He was even awarded the 1986 Nobel Prize in Literature. I don’t want to mention the super-stars in the movie industry.

Well, I was faced with the same reality now in my mother and fatherland, Ghana.
Walking through the beastly looking forest on foot seemed like a herculean task but we soon realised the reality when the bus sped off, leaving us in a quagmire of confusion.

My nine friends and I started walking through the thick forest. My bags hanged loosely around my shoulder, others put theirs on their backs and yet others carry theirs on their heads. After four hours of tiring journey, we reached the small village , Tutukpene.



Something which is vehemently disliked by somebody.

A curse; a malediction.

* Denigrated
To treat as worthless; belittle, degrade or disparage

*To put the nail on the coffin

It means to help bring about its end or failure.

The activities of educating, teaching or instructing.
The strategies of instruction.

(figuratively) A perilous, mixed up and troubled situation; a hopeless

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E02
Before The Class began

[RECAP: Millson Lamptey went on an internship programme in a remote village called Tutukpene. The Girls’ Prefect was getting very attracted to him]

●<Third person’s Narration>●

Millson couldn’t help but notice how Dzifa was staring at him in the classroom. That wasn’t his first time of seeing her. He recalled his first experience in the village and how he first met Dzifa.

<•<•<< Flashback Began•<•<

Life in Tutukpene was extremely
difficult, no electricity, no pipe borne water, no stable communi
cation network, poor School infrastructure, poor market facilities, poor road network , no Internet connectivity.

The village had no health centre but traditional birth attendants and herbalists. The thick forest surrounded the while village , as if it was an army, ready to advance on its settlers. He could see the girls carrying clay pots, going to the river side to fetch water, the boys carrying cutlasses and firewood, returning from their farms, the sounds of twigs heralding their return.

The vibrant economic activity in the village was yam farming. Most of the young ladies,however, helped their families on the farm or sold food in the community. Majority of them were baby mama’s. Schooling wasn’t really a priority to them.

Living in a cemented house in Tutukpene was seen as a privilege. Almost all the houses in the villages were made of mud or bamboo and roofed with thatch.

The buildings were laid out in circles ,like compound houses.

Village life was always communal.

As expected , the villagers slept on mats made with raffia, the luxury of owning a mattress was an unimaginable achievement.
In the nights, local lanterns were a common site plus the sight of naked children running here and there under the moonlit. Some of them seemed to have livedo reticularis.

The indigenes of the entire village live a carefree life. In the absence of farming , the young men play “Oware” or Draught and in the night , they play this hide-and- seek game locally called, “bebilobebi” in ewe Language. Some of this hide-and-seek games eventually ended with the young boys and girls having sex in isolated buildings or under the moonlit.

Millson remembered picking himself up from his mattress. He and his mates were some of the very few people living in a cemented house and sleeping on a mattress , a privilege given them by virtue of their educational status.

The villagers saw educated people as semi -gods and more important than the illiterates. Any matter that required formal knowledge was given to the village teachers to offer their much welcome opinions on them.

He decided to take a nap. He was tired from the long journey from Central Region to Tutukpene in Oti Region.
It was mid-day. A yakayake seller shouted to advertise her food, “Hot Yakayake, hot Yakayake, the delicious Hot Yakayake is here.”

Millson was woken from his afternoon nap by her melodious voice. Her shouting became more and more intense, “hot Yakayake, sweet Yakayake. ..!!.”

When the Yakayake seller drew closer to his house, the cause of atrraction shifted from her voice to the aroma of her food, the savory of scented stew and fried meat was irresistible.
He  grabbed a plate and shouted, ” Yakayake seller, please come!!! She materialised into his compound.

Millson put on his sunshade and cap to reduce the quantum of UV rays entering his eyes. He knew that too much exposure to the sun’s ultraviolet (UV) rays can harm his eyes.

Millson didn’t wear them just for fashion. He knew extended exposure to the sun’s UV rays has been linked to significant eye problems,including cataracts,
macular degeneration,
pingueculae, pterygia and photo

What he didn’t realise was he was drawing attention to himself by wearing sunshades in a vicinity whose people rarely saw that.

When the seller came into his house ,his eyes got locked in contact with the young lady’s who was selling the Yakayake. He found it difficult to restrict himself from the luscious captivity that overwhelmed him .

The Yakayaka seller was beautiful beyond expression, he could hardly compose himself and it took him some few minutes to regain his composure. Her beauty was flawless beyond description.
She was as beautiful as an angel . Her corn-rolled hair was immaculately knitted on her scalp. She had a round hair and diamond-shaped face. The radiant smiled on her smooth brown skin perfectly fitted high cheek bones.

Her slightly arched chestnut brown eyebrows highlighted her emotions by moving up and down as she reacted to the world around her.

Her deep dove -like eyes, were like Indian ladys’. She seemed to have candy in her eyes.
Her curved nose gave her a little girlish look that made Millson want to smile when she talked. Her mouth was outlined by puffy lips. When she smiles, which is often, her well -formed white teeth brighten up her whole face, betraying her dimples which split her face
She was very curvaceous and her front elevation bounced with the rhythm of her pendulous breast.

As he kept gazing at her, she brought him out of his  reverie by asking, “How much of Yakayake do you want?” In fluent English.

He stuttered.“ How much is one yakayake and the friend fish.
“1 Ghc for each of the Yakayake and 50 pesewas for one friend fish, “she responded in fluent English.

“Give me….. three “yakayakes”, and two friend fishes ” he said and paid her.

When she finished selling the “Yakayake” and fish , she asked him to help her lift the Aluminium basin
which contained the ‘Yakayake’ onto her head. He said, “may I have the privilege of knowing your name?”

Millson remembered she said, I’m called Dzifa Agbemabiase” and he complimented her beauty by saying
“Dzifa, that’s a beautiful name. Nice meeting you.”

He recalled stretching his hands to shake her. She shook his hand and said, ” nice meeting you too Mr. ….”

“Lamptey Millson,” he recalled filling in his name.

“Wow, nice name too”, she said, why are you in our village?
“I’m here to………”

“Yakayaka seller !!!,” somebody called her outside. She turned to leave. When she was leaving , he couldn’t help but followed the rhythmic movement of her buttocks as they jiggled up and down in series of beautiful bounces.

Before she made her final exit from his compound , she turned and their eyes met. Then they smiled at each other like teens gripped in some high school crush. He was hypnotised by the magic of her sheer beauty. Surely, she must have completed Senior High School because her English was impeccable and she looked mature.

When he was eating the food, the incidence was etched in his mind. She sounded quite educated and more dignified to be selling ‘yakayake.’

He couldn’t stop thinking of the incident. He knew he needed a friend to keep him company while he did his internship in that boring village and Dzifa just happened to fit into the picture perfectly.

Millson remembered the next day, he reported officially to the school he was posted to to commerce his work as an intern.

The school girls were perambulating on the school compound. Surely, Tutukpene SHS abound in beauty resources
He was assigned to Miss Frema Rosemary, a teacher of Government in SSS 3. She was assigned to be his mentor. Under her , he would learn the rudiments of teaching.

He couldn’t ignore her marvelous pulchritude.

Beauty seemed to be her Birthright. She was of moderate height, full shaped , curved at the essential areas and had piercy sexy eyes that spoke more words than her mouth. Her lips were gorgeous. Intuitively, he knew all his internship in the remote village would be a difficult mountain for him to climb considering the bevy of beautiful ladies he had encountered in the school within a short space of time.


●Yakayaka- it’s a local food produced by steaming cassava dough on an enclosed earthen ware pot filled with water.

●Livedo reticularis-A purplish mottling of the skin usually seen in infants and young children, but occasionally occurring also in adults with weak circulation, due to the action of cold.

●Oware-Oware is a local name for a board game where pebbles( 4 each) are put in small pits
and distributed in turn by the two players facing each other. It is believed to be of Ashanti Origin in Ghana but played world wide now.

●Bevy -(collective) A group of women or girls; chiefly said of schoolgirls.

●Macular degeneration — also called age-related macular degeneration (AMD or ARMD) — is a vision change that can gradually create blur over time.

●A pinguecula- a yellowish, slightly raised thickening of the conjunctiva on the white part of the eye (sclera), close to the edge of the cornea.

●A pterygium is an elevated, wedged-shaped bump on the eyeball that starts on the white of the eye (sclera) and can invade the cornea.

●Photokeratitis or ultraviolet keratitis is a painful eye condition caused by exposure of insufficiently protected eyes to the ultraviolet (UV) rays from either natural (e.g. intense sunlight) or artificial (e.g. the electric arc during welding) sources.

●Pulchritude-Physical beauty.

●Perambulate-To walk about, roam or stroll.



Sexy High School Girls – S01 E03
Surprised Encounter

[RECAP: Millson was recalling his first experience in the village and his first encounter with Dzifa, who was then selling ‘yakayake.’ He was attracted to her natural beauty]

[Millson’s Point Of View ]

<•<•<Flashback Continued <•<<•<

I remembered the next day, I went to class, fully prepared to teach when my eyes caught a familiar face. It was the girl that sold the yakayake to me when I first visited the village. For a moment, I was confused because I never knew she was a student, not to talk of being a student at Tutukpene Senior High School.Tutukpene SHS is a girls’ school , located not far away from the heart of the village.

She seemed surprised too. Probably, She didn’t know I was a teacher or she had not seen my face clearly the previous day.

There were three things about Tutukpene girls that made them highly attractive. One,they have nice curves. This could easily be seen despite wearing school uniforms.Two, they have thick legs that matched their body frame. Three,they are extremely friendly.

Being a new intern in the school,I had the feeling each one of them was trying her best to put up an impressive behaviour to capture my heart.
I knew I would give myself away if I kept looking in Dzifa’s  direction so I refocused my attention to the other section of the class and began my lesson.

“My name is Lamptey Millson, an intern. I will be assisting Miss Frema Rosemary in teaching Government.

The class applauded in approval.

I continued.
“I guess I would get to know you with time,”I said, fully aware that a pair of lovely eyes were starring at me at the far right end of the classroom.
I ignored them and continued,” today, I’m going to teach you on “Government ”
“The word “government” can be explained from three perspectives.

The first one is Government as an institution of the state ,secondly Government as an academic field of studies and lastly Government as a process or function. I will take each of them one by one and explain to you what they mean. Before we delved into the explanation I will like to tell you the etymology of the word “Government.”

The word “Government ” originates from the Old French “governer,” derived from Latin gubernare “to direct, rule, guide, govern”, which is derived from the Greek kybernan (to pilot a ship). …”

I realised she was not paying attention. I continued teaching, explaining the concept “Government.” When I finished with that concept,I moved on to the next term ” Constitution.”
I continued…”You will all agree with me that every society operate under a system of rules and regulations, values and norms, the absence of which will make society disorganized , perhaps chaotic. At the national level, laws are made to ensure the smooth running of the entire state and these laws are collectively called the constitution.

A constitution is simply defined as the fundamental laws and principles of the land through which a state is governed.
“Sir,” I head the sweet voice of Dzifa calling me.

“Yes, Dzifa , how can I help you?” I asked , pretending not to know her true intentions.

“Sir, you said the constitution refers to the laws used to govern the state. .. Does it mean the state cannot be governed without the  constitution?”

I was amazed Dzifa asked such an intelligent question but I was also aware she just wanted to draw my attention towards her.

“Dzifa,That’s a very good question” I said succinctly,”Before the advent of Democracy, kingdoms, chiefdoms and nations were governed by decrees, not constitutions. Decrees are pronouncements made by autocratic rulers which were seen as laws. But in modern democratic countries , people are not governed by pronouncements of individuals but by a set of laws officially called the constitution. Discretionary powers were highly limited.

She wasn’t too convinced so she asked again, “but sir, how can the state ensure that rulers abide by the provisions made in the Constitution? ”
Well, there are checks and balances that _____”
My answer was cut short when Miss Frema Rosemary entered the classroom and the whole class stood up to greet her in chorus,

” You are welcome, madam”
She responded, “thank you. I hope you are getting on well with Mr. Lamptey Millson.
The whole class chorused,” YES, MADAM.”

After she left,I explained how checks and balances were put in place to ensure adherence and compliance to laid down rules and regulations in the constitution. The lesson was impressive. They were awed by my teaching talent. I knew one person was particularly impressed. Yes,you knew her.

The rest of the lesson was event-free.

<•<•<•<Flashback Ended<•<•<•<•<

Wednesday was a very tiring day for me. I had a lot of markings to do. I decided to stay behind to mark the exercises before I go home.

–3.00 P. m–

●After School●

At the staff common room

I was in the staff common room after class, marking the students’ Government exercises when I caught a glimpse of Someone by the doorside.

“Who’s there?” I asked with a loud voice.
(No answer)
I asked again , “Miss Frema, is that you ?”

Then there was a response,” No, it’s not miss Frema, it’s miss Dzifa.

“She said with a giggle and entered the staff common room.

” Dzifa, what are you doing here,”
I asked , a bit stunnedby her

“I am going home when I realise you are still around so I decided to come and say “hi.You know, as the Girls’ Prefect, I must ensure that everything is intact before I leave so I’m always the last student to leave school.

Me :OK, that’s good of you but I’m still marking so I need a little bit of concentration here.

Dzifa :Yea, I can see that but you need a little bit of company too. All the teachers have gone home, and you are here alone. I will be happy to keep you company.

Me: Thanks for the offer , Dzifa, but it’s against school rules and regulations for a student to be seen in the staff common room when she has no real business to be there. In addition to that, you being a female student will raise eye
brows making people suspicious about our interaction.

Dzifa: I understand your concern
sir, but I thought school rules end when school closes.

Me: Yea, that may be partly true but the fact that I’m still on school campus means I’m still under the authority or jurisdiction of the school.

Dzifa:(looking at me with romantic eyes) I understand your argument , sir, I guess I have to be on my way then.

Me: Yea, and thanks for your co-operation.

Dzifa : You are welcome.

Dzifa turned around and left. I was quite relieved. If there was something I have seen in her eyes, it was her determination to be with me, as a friend or______girlfriend?

I don’t want to think about it. I hastened with my marking and got finished within 30 minutes. I left to my home still thinking of what happened in the classroom.



The power or right to exercise authority

● Stun
(transitive) To shock or surprise.



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